Joanna Gilman Hyde

spray paint on painted concrete wall
By Joanna Hyde

Photograph by Hunter Blair

http://pointsthruprose.com/2011/12/26/the-hawk-basement/

I have bled like The Canadian Flag
I have had stars in My Eyes like The American
I justify The Sanctity of Human Life
starting (if there is A Start) with Conception
finishing (if there is A Finish) with Unprovoked Death
unprovoked by Human/Divine Intervention

Joanna Hyde
2009

today in a relentless wind
I mailed a Thank You to You
a woman with Black Hair
Black Eyes
& a Name almost the same
as Mine

You work inside
a psychiatric unit
trying to get people out
and while I was there
You made a Gesture of Insight
when I loudly declared
“I have An Announcement to make –”

from behind The Counter
where The Doctors sit
You slowly lowered
Your Right Arm
Your Gesture of Support
for Me to see
so I would lower My Voice
for The Black Doctor:
“I am The Black Jesus”

Joanna Hyde
December 20^th 2011   The Hawk   11:57 am

I Am The Silver Christ
Grey if You like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites

I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance —
I will fortify You
with Your Own

What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World —
would You allow Me
to become a Child again —
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?

Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver —
Dazzling Grey —
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?

I’m sitting on My neutral sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You —
to My Left

Joanna Hyde
New Year’s Day 2012   The Hawk

that Silver…
It needs the Light to change
from Grey into shiny Brilliancy.
The Sun meets the ocean
pointing to our eyes.

By Kristine Zoodedoo
Inspired by Position & titled by Joanna Hyde

The Desk is Replaced

by flattened tummy trim

black negligee hand-me-down

(from Mum)

reclining on Her Double Bed

knees up

She fingers Her Lap Top

on No Breakfast

Joanna Hyde
January 15^th 2012   The Hawk

I DON’T HAVE TO

I DON’T WANT TO

WRITE ABOUT MY MOTHER

ANY MORE —-

SHE PLAYED MY LIFE

LIKE IT WAS HER OWN

SHE MADE NOVA SCOTIA

FOR ME TO FOLLOW

TO FOLLOW HER

TO HER DEATH —-

AND 18 YEARS BEYOND

TO LIVE WITH THE SINGLE HOPE

OF “LOVE” WITH 2 HUSBANDS

I WASN’T LOOKING FOR —-

FOR DEDICATION TO ART

I WASN’T AIMING FOR

SHE TRIED TO MAKE ME

INTO HERSELF

& LOOK WHAT HAPPENED

I’VE BEEN ONLY HALF ALIVE

FOR HALF MY LIFE SO FAR

AND NOW I RECLAIM

MY TRUE SELF —- OH

it’s been hanging around

scared to pop out

BUT IMMA POPPIN’ NOW!

GOD DAMN IT!

I’VE HAD IT WITH MOTHAS

I’VE HAD IT WITH GOD FIGGAS —-

WHAT AM I NOW???!!!

YA WANNA KNOW?!

THAT’S FOR ME TA KNOW

& YOU TA FIND OUT —-

IF YOU DARE

By Joanna…

acrylic on canvas (16″ x 20″) circa 2005
by Joanna Hyde

The Return

Patient X has returned

She is not going to die

with a plastic bag over Her Head

She has Purpose, She has Writing

Scrolls & Scrolls of Writing

along with One Self Portrait

aired on The Internet

in lurid Strokes

condemning Her Miss Handlers

Joanna Hyde
January 24^th 2012  8:04pm  The Hawk

acrylic on canvas (16″ x 20″) circa 2005
by Joanna Hyde

*Please come back and read this post from time to time. Like the “Self Organizing Galaxy” itself, this post is still evolving…

MY WORLD TRADE CENTRE PHOTO

the early stages of   Self Organizing Galaxy 1984 – by Joanna Hyde

MY WORLD TRADE CENTER PHOTO
I am standing in the passage way
where arrivals for medical attention
go through the ER door
amidst bandages & oxygen
I am poised in a medical office
seen with mop & bucket
on 10,000 square feet of Dacron
on the surface of #5 WTC
at the base of The Twin Towers
My Painting didn’t get saved
Should It be dug up?
Would the Orange Town Dump
open Itself up to finding
the excavated reds & blues?
To finding the 3 foot-high letters
My Signature in Black
buried?

February 1^st 2012   Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia   5:15pm

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